Talk about a lazy Sunday. Both Freckles and Ladybug slept in until almost 9:30 this morning! The last time Freckles slept in late she was using a paci and still in diapers. (I want to say that was when she was about 18 months old.) Ladybug has only ever slept in until just after 8 o’clock, though 7 am is her usual time. So yes, this was a record-breaking morning. 🙂
After the last few days we’ve had around here, a day to relax is just what we need. My mom was over here Monday and Tuesday to help me plant flowers and clean up my front yard. Ladybug spent the whole day outside with us Monday playing with water in her teacup set. 🙂 Tuesday she was outside up until about lunchtime, then she went inside to change into her jammies, lay under a blanket on the couch, and watch episodes of Scooby Doo. Wednesday we walked Freckles to school and then I spent the day out in the yard again planting my flowers in the back, as well as the seeds in my little garden. But Ladybug didn’t want to be outside. She laid on the couch, under a blanket, with a pillow, watching episodes of Scooby Doo. Again. Then Thursday came. After bringing Freckles to school, Ladybug asked me to watch Scooby Doo with her on the couch. As we snuggled, Ladybug seemed a touch on the warm side and when lunchtime rolled
around she didn’t. want. to. eat! [See, around here we joke that Ladybug has a hollow leg because she is always eating. So when she isn’t hungry, you know something is up.] Turns out she had a fever. And bumps. Thursday night the fever broke. Friday morning didn’t bring a fever but there were more spots and they were driving my little Bug crazy. So to the doctor we went. He told us she had Hand Foot Mouth disease and she probably got it from the splashground we were at the past weekend. Even though he gave us a stronger-than-Benadryl prescription and told us to use GoldBond to ease the itching in the meantime, she was still in tears. We found that the only thing that worked to ease Ladybug’s extremely itchy toes were cold wet towels and massaging through the towels. Saturday brought more bumps in different places and another trip to see the doctor. [Little Bug has shown to be allergic to some medications, so we needed to be sure this wasn’t another reaction. It wasn’t.] Everything was fine and would start clearing up soon. Then we got home and noticed an industrial staple poking out of one of the van’s tires. So I ran it over to the place I take all of our cars and the hole was repairable. (Yay!) Since Ladybug was feeling better, despite new spots, Hubby’s parents took the girls for a few hours so that Hubby and I could go celebrate our anniversary. 🙂 [Now to the point of this post. 🙂 ]
This morning of June 8th is vastly different from how my day went 7 years ago. Seven years ago, I was dropping my daughter off with family and then I was off to get a massage and a facial at a local spa. Then it was back to get my little one, hang out with my dad and out-of-town family for a bit. Then we went home to get ready for the wedding rehearsal followed by the rehearsal dinner. Pretty sure that as I got closer to the rehearsal there were butterflies in my stomach.
The rehearsal on the 8th went smoothly and we were off to Ragazzi’s for the rehearsal dinner. Hubby (at the time, soon-to-be Hubby) took our little one home and I went with my dad to stay with him and family.
The morning of June 9th found my dad’s kitchen full of excited (and probably still sleepy) people and my stomach was finding that the butterflies were also awakening. 🙂 I took the car and went to pick up my matron-of-honor and bridesmaids so we could go get our nails done. I then got my make-up done. We split up until it was time to head to the church. My sister and I went back to my dad’s to gather up my dress and everything else.
By this time everyone else was busy doing other things to help make this day a wonderful one. Our families were working hard at decorating and setting up the place where we were going to have our reception. (It was beautiful!) My dad was putting his finishing touches on the cake. (It was beautiful! He did a wonderful job.)
Back at the church, I was beginning to get ready…with help. 🙂 I was nervous, but not too nervous in my flip flops. (My grandmother seriously could not believe I was getting married in flip flops. But they weren’t ratty ones or anything. They were very pretty, brand new, white flops with a [fake] diamond flower on the strap. Besides, who sees your feet anyway??)
Then the lady directing everything said it was time. At this point I understood why some women need paper bags. 🙂 Walking the long hallway to the chapel was…well, it was tough. Thankfully my matron-of-honor walked with me at my agonizingly slow pace. My legs felt like they were made of jelly and I was seriously wondering how on earth they were holding me up, much less how I was able to move at all. And then I reached my dad and had someone to help hold me up. [Have I mentioned how nervous I was?? 😉 ]
I made it to the altar but when it came time to say my vows, they were said through tears. [Let me break here and say all the nervousness was all a good nervousness and the tears were happy tears.] What’s funny about this is that I laughed at the rehearsal when it was suggested I should stuff a tissue or two somewhere in case I needed one on the big day. That wasn’t really ever me. Just in case, on my way out of the room where we had gotten ready, I stuffed in a tissue. Guess I needed it after all. 🙂
That day 7 years ago, I married my best friend. The man God made just for me, and I for him.
We’ve been together since I was 19 and we’ve had plenty of ups and plenty of downs to make those ups even more sweet. We’ve celebrated the ups together: Hubby’s sister getting married, friends getting married, having kids, birthdays, holidays, just spending time together. And we’ve pushed through the downs together: losing people we love, tough financial times, not seeing eye-to-eye, losing a baby, just not having things work out like we’d planned. Saying that I love this man more now than I did 9 years ago when he proposed, or even 7 years ago when we said ‘I do’, seems like an understatement. He completes me. As corny as that sounds (I’m pretty sure we are all flashing to ‘Jerry McGuire’ at this moment) it is true; where I fall short, he picks it up and we move on. Where he falls short, I pick it up and we keep on going.
I love hanging out with him because we enjoy a lot of the same things. (We do differ though; where the girls and I like being outside, he is more of an air-conditioner kind of guy.) He is intelligent, hard working, handsome, funny, kind, sweet, a good dad, caring, sexy, and just a really good man. He works incredibly hard to provide for his family and truly cares about what he does and tries to look out for those he works with. And I love that my stomach still does a flip when I hear him walk through the door at the end of the day. It doesn’t matter where we are, when I look at his face and into his eyes, I’m home.
We have grown a lot over the last 7 years and a lot has changed, but one thing remains the same: my husband and I are together and love each other more with each passing day.
A few more wedding pictures: 🙂